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Click hereHer offense was that she was wearing pantyhose. He hated pantyhose. He hated the word pantyhose.
"Get it right," he'd say to his employees and fashion representatives. "Either it's panty or hose, which? Pantyhose is an affront, an insult to feminine sexuality and to being a woman. Never should two individual lingerie items so erotic as one, in what they are and what they do for women and for men, be combined to make one inferior lingerie item, pantyhose."
He refused to have his buyers sell pantyhose in his stores. If he could rid the world of one thing, it would be pantyhose. If he could kill the gay, fashion designer who invented them, he would. For sure, he'd strangled the bastard with a pair of taupe pantyhose and suspend him from his 30 foot ceiling in his lingerie department.
"That's him! That's the man who invented pantyhose. Only a man who hates women could invent such an abomination. Get him! String him up! Leave him hanging there by his own miserable invention, so that everyone can see that pantyhose, along with their creator, is dead. Long live panties, garter belts, and stockings."
An understatement, he preferred panties and he explicitly had Jeff, his in-house fashion consultant tell Susan, his Private Secretary, to never, ever, under any circumstance wear pantyhose. If she must wear something on her legs, it must only be stockings and garters but today, of all days, she was wearing pantyhose. How dare she? Oh, she was bad, so very bad and she deserved all that he was about to give her.
"I'm sorry but, now that your contract is up, I'm letting you go."
"You're firing me?"
"I've given you a generous severance payment," he said handing her a check for $50,000 dollars.
"I don't want your money, Eustace. I want you."
"Get out! You're fired. Get out of my sight. I can't standing looking at you."
She ignored him, walked over to his desk, and put her elbows and hands palm down. With the endless Christmas music playing in the background of Santa Claus is coming to town, she's hasn't been good or naughty. She's been bad, oh, so very bad.
"I'm wearing pantyhose again, Eustace," she said turning to see the rage that turned his face beat red.
After he asked her to lift her skirt, after he spanked her, after he made passionate love to her, after he fucked her so hard that they both had an orgasm at the same time, they were married and lived happily ever after.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoYou have written so many stories.
It is truly a shame that you flood the site with quantity but you cannot take the time to post quality.
Advice: write one story instead of 1000. Make the story erotic not lame. The "big black man abuses small white woman because black men degrading women and women lacking self esteem" is what worms like to read. But it has been done to death and isn't even worth yawning over.
I read the first paragraph, realized how bad it was, skimmed it for a couple of pages to see if it got any better. It didn't get better , only worse. So I gave up on you as an author. I will not try any more of your drivel.
Anonymousover 8 years agoThe ending was without a doubt surprising and fresh. I had to let out a laugh with this one ,keep up the good ideas and good writing. later !!!!
Anonymousover 13 years agoLol! andtheend. you crack me up. Lol! im glad you told that guy off. Your story is really good. and im glad i read it. especialy since i got to see that last comment. It was the iceing on the cake. Lol!
andtheendover 13 years agoAuthorActually, it is not against the rules of Literotica to turn off the voting. What it does though is excludes me from winning the contest.
Why do I turn off the voting? Because of whackos like you who take pleasure in erasing the red H's of authors that have spent time and considerable effort to write free stories for the pleasure of readers. Many authors have turned off the voting on their red H stories, PrincessErin for one.
Now, let me ask you a question? Why are you such an asshole on Thanksgiving Day. What did your mother do to raise such a miserable fuck as yourself to piss on everyone's story.
Your IP address has been reported.
Have a happy holiday.
